Page 21 of Her Trick His Treat

I wasn’t sure, but I thought I recognized a few recent album covers among them.

Interesting.

His taste was minimalist, which considering my clutter could be problematic if I were moving in.

But I wasn’t.

I was there for one thing.

For sex.

To trick Shadow Man into taking my virginity.

Guilt threatened to overwhelm me. The fear of being found out. To be outed as a fraud had me almost halting my steps, but he tugged on my hand, and I moved quickly to catch up.

Even if he wasn’t Jan’s husband’s friend, I’d still be there, I realized. Nothing could have stopped this.

The moment I saw him across the bar, headed towards me, I’d felt as if I’d boarded a bullet train right to his bedroom.

He kept the light off, and after closing the door behind us, he hit a few buttons, which seemed to change the opacity of the glass and closed the exterior shutters.

Last, black shades lowered inconspicuously from the ceiling to cover the entire,now frosted, window wall that looked out into the backyard.

Whoa.

Shivers danced down my spine. This was clearly a man who thought of everything.

His place was amazing. But I wasn’t there to appreciate his taste in décor.

The sounds of the shades clicking into place echoed in the otherwise silent room. My heart was pounding, and my hands felt damp with nervousness.

Anticipation made my mouth dry. I gasped when I heard movement, followed by something else. Like material swooshing to the ground.

Then I really started to sweat.

Was he getting naked?

“I can’t see,” I murmured.

“I know. You want it that way, don’t you, Vixen?”

“What do you mean?”

“You want it in the dark. Want to keep your fire a secret. Want me masked when I fuck you,” he growled.

Oh God.

Moisture dripped down my thighs, and breathing was harder. My lungs burned as I tried to suck in oxygen faster. My chest rose and dropped with the force of it, and I felt like I was running a marathon. Not something I’d ever done.

But neither is this, I reminded myself.

“Tell me I’m right, Vixen. Tell me you want everything I’m going to give you,” he said, and ooh, he was close.

So close, if I reached out, I could probably touch him.

He was right.

I wanted all of that.

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